This morning I went to yoga class in Laguna. The studio is across the street from the lovely Mirage resort, overlooking a gorgeous stretch of ocean. But generally the air doesn't smell particularly beachy.
Today though, as I got out of the car and also as I came out of the studio and got back into the car, my olfactory sense plunged me back into the past as surely as Proust's madeleine sent him back to his childhood. Though the beach was different and the ocean a different one (the Atlantic to today's Pacific), I was there, a momentary visit to another world.